The week of my birthday happens to fall during this year's Flamenco Festival in Boston. I'll confess but the basest knowledge of the art, but I am deeply moved every time I see a flamenca dance. The experience shatters me, burns me, and in the end the way I look at the world around me changes ever so slightly. This is art that sears, and at its best, it's better than sex.
I'm planning on picking up a couple of tickets in hopes that I might be able to convince one of you to come with. In case it's of interest, the headliners for the event are Juana Amaya and Farruquito.
FULL DISCLOSURE: I really do swoon, swoon I say, over flamenco dancers.